Their drinks arrived.
Maxine lifted her glass of rum and coke to Quinn’s Jack Daniels.
“To better days, Q,” she saluted softly.
“No doubt.” He took a long swallow. “So, what’s gonna happen with this certificate thing?”
“Well, I’m going to look for something part-time at a travel agency so I can get some hands-on experience.” She took a sip of her drink. “I’ve been saving my money and I’m with this investment plan at the bank. I’m hoping I can open my own place in about a year. At least, that’s the plan.”
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